Rafe Sadler one shots

Yes My Queen p2

I Smiled as I sat in the drawing room and doing my knitting trying to ignore the other girls as they whispered among themselves doing their embroidery and knitting, I didn't want to talk with them or to have their comments in my ears. I couldn't help but glance up to the young lady, the one my husband coverts, the one he takes on scenic walks though the gardens and fucks in the king's chamber late at night. She often gave me a side eye from the seat by the window, she sat sewing I never responded, almost ignoring her as I sat by the fire knitting.

"My lady? What is it you are knitting?" she asks

"I don't quite know just yet. I shall knit until something comes to me" I answered faking a smile to her

"That's lovely My lady, I would have thought by now the king may now have blessed you"

"No, shouldn't be long now" I said back she nodded with a sly smirk,

Oh darling go along, report back to my husband, go and have your fun with my husband. I hope you enjoy him, he's twice your age and the gap shall only grow as he enters his silver years to come, enjoy his tiny prick. I'll let you two have your fun, thinking you're hiding your times from me, I'll just stay here on the throne, in this beautiful castle, while I enjoy the company of my own little plaything. Who adores me, cares for me, pitches me woo at all opportunities, who fucks my royal pussy like he was born to do so, three times the size of my husband and twice the stamina.

You go and enjoy my husband's fat body sweating over you while he tries to find your pussy because he can't get it up enough to slip inside.

I'll just be in my chamber, having my third orgasum, with my sweethearts blonde head between my legs, taking the time to pleasure me and to care for me feeding me compliments at every moment, fighting off his desire towards me at times forcing his erection away from me so he doesn't make a fool of himself or all over me again.

"My lady a Letter from my Lord Cromwell's household" A messenger says handing me a scroll

"Thank you" I nodded taking a look at the letter and the seal I knew who it was from and I didn't want to open it here in front of the ladies of the court

"What new's my lady?" My handmaiden asked me

"Business I'm sure" I smiled as I stood putting the scroll and my knitting in the pockets of my dress "Ladies, If you'll excuse me" I bowed before I headed out of the drawing room.

I hurried to the library, checking it was empty as usual, so I locked the door behind me, I made sure to note the seal and ties hadn't been broken and it hadn't been tampered with, I opened it breaking the sweet wax seal.

I unrolled the letter seeing his beautiful handwriting and reading the sweet words as I sat by the fire.

"My Queen, it is with a grave hand I inform you of the business within the clergy and with the struggles to the south, I know how you like to keep informed on these matters.

Enough with the petty excuses and covers.

My Queen, words can not express the deepness of my desire to see your perfect face again. I would sell my soul to the devil himself to be with you, for just a moment just long enough to see your smile. I sit here now , my bedchamber, the household fast asleep, and I cannot help but think of you. Not a moment of my day goes by I do not think of you, but moments like this when I'm alone my mind floods of you. The sweet walks in the gardens with you beside the roses even if you always smelt sweeter and looked more beautiful, sitting on your bench hidden away from everything as if you and I where all that mattered in the world the sweet contours of your beautiful hands being call I am able to explore without risk of exposure and even then it makes my heart beat like a jack rabbit. The afternoons in your library, with the rain beating at the windows flames flickering our shadows dancing in the firelight sharing in stories from your books between the gentlest of kisses, feeling the softness of your lips, the warmth of your mouth, the sweet taste of you, I crave to be with you to hold you in my arms again, to whisper the sweetest nothing's in your ears, to be close enough I can feel your skin, I can kiss your lips, I can feel the heat of your body, the sweetness of your scent, the sugar of your taste. As I sit here writing this my lady, I shiver, I quake, I shudder with the meer thoughts of you.